Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the tomb, Ming Luo's body was torn apart, and blood couldn't stop flowing.

If it hadn't been for the middle-aged man, he would have disintegrated.

This means that he lost, completely defeated.

"Impossible, this is impossible ..." Mingluo looked dull and could not accept the cruel result.

That year, although Ling Xian blocked his five moves, he was not his opponent after all.

However, at this moment, he couldn't even stop Lingxian's move. This huge gap was difficult for anyone to accept.

"Son of the Ming family, how completely defeated ..."

The skinny old man was shocked. He knew that Ling Xian was strong, but he never dreamed that he was so powerful.

That was the strongest heir of the Ming family, who was beaten by Lingxian's three strokes and passed on.

"Facing reality, you are not qualified to fight me at this moment."

Lingxian looked indifferent, as the **** king came to the world, Tianxian came to the dust, overlooking the heavens and earth.

"Reality ..." Ming Luo smiled bitterly, refuted intentionally, but had nothing to say.

The fact is before him, he is indeed not qualified to fight Lingxian.

At this moment, he realized how ridiculous he was.

With only three moves, Ling Xian almost disintegrated him. He actually wanted to send Ling Xian to the road, it was just a joke!

"In the past, I was beaten to half by you, and now I'm beaten to you."

Ling Xian glanced at Ming Luo lightly. "We are leveled. If you don't spare, I will accompany you to the end."

Hearing that Ming Luo smirked, ten of them were not Ling Xian's opponents, and even if he wanted to do nothing, he didn't have the ability.

Right now, he turned his attention to the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle San, let's go."

"Can't go."

The middle-aged man looked dull and turned his eyes to Ling Xian, and said, "It was so difficult to meet him. How can I let it go easily?"

"Ming Luo has been defeated, and you can't take it. How can you suppress me?" Ling Xian smiled. If at the beginning, Ming Luo joined hands with the elderly in Tsing Yi, it would be possible to suppress him.

But at this moment, Ming Luo was half-abandoned. The elderly in Tsing Yi alone couldn't help him.

"He can shoot." The middle-aged man pointed at the old man in Tsing Yi.

"He can, but you ask him, are you sure to suppress me?" Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. He had dealt with the elderly in Tsing Yi. He could remain undefeated without using the funeral for three lives.

"Capture him, I have a great reward." The middle-aged man looked at the old man in Tsing Yi.

"Elders, it's because I don't want to, but I don't have the ability." The old man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly. Although he didn't want to admit it, this was the truth.

"waste!"

The middle-aged man was furious and said, "If there was no gambling game, I could kill you with one finger!"

"Unfortunately, there is a gamble."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Let's go, you can't help me."

Hearing that middle-aged men's lungs were exploding, but they were helpless.

Ling Xian is right, in the case that he can't shoot, there is really nothing he can do.

"Boy, I remember you."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian coldly and said, "Don't think that Supreme can't shoot at you, the main faction can't help you."

"I'll wait and see." Ling Xian looked calm and didn't take the threat of the middle-aged man to heart.

When he meets an enemy that can be solved, he will stay. If he cannot deal with it, he will escape to the weak point of Tianyuan and break it with the light of the sky.

"Wait, there will be someone to clean up you." The middle-aged man snorted, holding Ming Luo with soft power, and turned away.

Watching the three leave, Ling Xian stared at the old man and smiled, "How do you feel after knowing my identity?"

"Shocked," said the skinny old man, shaking his head and grinning, "I never dreamed that you should be Lingxian."

"Do not want to kill me, go to the main battle party to receive the reward?" Ling Xian quipped, "My head is very valuable."

"Ha ha, of course I think, but unfortunately, I asked myself not to suppress you."

The old man smiled heartily and said, "Let's go and see the other two forks."

After that, he took a big step and walked towards the fork in the road.

Ling Xian followed closely behind.

After a while, the two returned to the fork and embarked on the fork on the left.

On the way, the sea was calm and calm, and I saw corpses and no ghosts.

To the end, I didn't see Kistler.

"Two possibilities, one is that there are no holes in this road, and the other is that they are taken away."

Ling Xian's eyes were deep and she said, "Either way, we have to return."

After that, he turned to the fork.

After a while, Ling Xian and the old man embarked on the fork on the right. When they reached the end, their eyes lit up.

Because a piece of golden strange stone was suspended in the air, exactly like the strange stone in the middle of the fork.

In other words, there is a cave sealed inside.

Below the Kistler, the three are fighting together, without exception, all of them are strong in the late stage of the Holy Land, and they are also well-founded.

When they saw Ling Xian and the old man, the three stopped immediately to prevent Qi Shi from being captured.

"Do you want to fight for this strange stone too?" An old man in black said coldly.

"The thing without the owner is naturally going to fight."

Ling Xian's expression was calm. Whether it was the piano, chess, calligraphy or painting that was about to become a soul, or a glut of soil, it proved the extraordinaryness of the tomb owner.

"You are not qualified to compete."

The old man in black looked gloomy and said, "The two of you will join hands, so will the three of us, two to three. You have no chance of winning."

As he said, he looked at the two men and said, "If we don't join hands, we won't have a chance with the treasure."

Upon hearing this, both of them nodded slightly in agreement.

Neither of them is a fool. Under the circumstances that Lingxian and the dry old man are allies, they naturally have to unite.

"We do not have a chance to win, but our purpose is not to suppress you, but to take away the strange stones." Ling Xian smiled and turned to steal God's hand.

Suddenly, there was no suction, gushing sand and rocks, shaking the mountain.

"Do you think we are furnishings?" The old man in sneer sneered, and in the knotting room, the treasure bottle appeared, settling in all directions.

Those two people also showed their abilities, not let Ling Xian take away the strange stone.

But they forgot the old man who was thin and skinny. His strength was the best in the audience, and he broke the aquarium with a shot.

This surprised the three and shot with all their strength, not to let the skinny old man approach Kistler.

Boom boom!

The light of the sky is so powerful and fierce that it shocks the world. Although Ling Xian is a bit inferior to these three people, his purpose is not to kill them, but to get strange stones.

At the moment, he used his eyes to signal to the old man to use the miracle, and at the same time his eyebrow glowed, locking the position of the golden strange stone.

brush!

Bright light emerges, more dazzling than the sun. Even the three strong men who entered the sanctuary later had to close their eyes.

This gave Lingxian a chance, and he urged Stealing God's hand with all his strength, and took the golden odd stone into his hand.

"go!"

Ling Xianxing's eyes flowed with chaos, turned into Jiutian Wing, and took the old man away.

"Chasing!" The old man in black was furious and pursued with all his strength.

So were the two.

Not only for Kistler, but also for face.

Under the circumstances of joining hands, Ling Xian was taken away by the strange stone, this is undoubtedly a loss of face, if not grabbed back, that face can be swept away.

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Sorting out ideas, there is no third chapter.